Song Qingyun was successfully sent to the door of the Gaosheng Inn by Jichen unscathed, and saw a wooden board inserted crookedly on the ground, with four big black characters written on it, Song Qingyun closed his eyes and fainted.

The first thing she said when she woke up was, "What time is it?" ”

Standing aside was an old man dressed as a Hu man, with a strong fishy smell on his body.

"Five quarters of the hour."

Song Qingyun silently calculated the time in her heart, and there was still half an hour before Mu Qingao's appointment, she gritted her teeth and sat up, rolled up her sleeves to show the old man, "I'm looking for the shopkeeper." ”

The old man narrowed his eyes, as if he didn't dare to look at Song Qingyun, tilted his head and said, "Girl, put away your sleeves, I've already seen it, please live here with peace of mind." ”

He is the owner of Gaosheng Inn, surnamed Qian, called Qian Xishun, and has opened a store in Beihu for more than 30 years.

The behind-the-scenes boss of this shop is Mu Qingao, no one will think that the King Jing of the Great Zhou Dynasty has done business in Beihu, in fact, this shop is not profitable at all, it is Mu Qingao A few years ago when he came to Beihu to play, he saw that Qian Xishun was about to make the ancestral business yellow, out of sympathy to help him inject a sum of money, Qian Xishun in order to repay his kindness, knelt in front of the ancestral tablet for a whole day and a night, and finally had to give the store to Mu Qingao.

Soon Qian Xishun came back and brought Song Qingyun some food.

"Recently, there has been a shortage of soldiers and heavy snow in the first half of the year, and the price is extremely high, even if you have money, you can't buy anything, these are all pickles I used to pickle, buried in the ground to escape the robbery of the gangsters in the city, you can make do with it."

The rice soup is yellow and has a moldy taste, and the pickles are indeed pickles, and the salty puff does not dare to try it at all.

Song Qingyun thanked him politely, and drank the porridge with relish.

Qian Xishun narrowed his eyes and secretly looked at Song Qingyun.

"Are you the prince's wife?"

Song Qingyun choked on the rice porridge in his mouth, and coughed so red that he stopped before stopping.

"No, it's not."

"Then how did he give you his natal line? This thing is just like your woman's belly pocket, it is worn close to the body, and it cannot be given away casually. ”

Song Qingyun was choked again, this time coughing so much that tears came out, and even the wound on his head was also painful.

"Uncle, you...... You speak with such a sense of humor. ”

"Regardless of humor, he can give this to you, which shows that he is extremely trusting. So where is the prince now? …… Did you travel west? ”

With two lessons, Song Qingyun learned to be obedient, and when he spoke, he didn't do anything, just listen carefully.

"Uncle, the prince will be here in a moment." The corners of her mouth twitched, not knowing how Mu Qingao would feel when she heard his words.

But then again, Mu Qingao's body was highly poisonous, and the wound on his arm was bleeding nonstop, and in this case, he went back to fight the bandits, and he was afraid that it would be more than lucky, and Song Qingyun's face suddenly collapsed.

"Girl, what's wrong with you? Headache? Qian Xishun pointed to the wound on her head and asked with a hideous expression.

"Nothing." She rubbed her sore temples and thought worriedly.

"The prince will be fine."

Qian Xishun saw her like this, and quickly changed his tone and comforted, "I told him his fortune, and he can live to be eighty-eight years old, five years longer than me." ”

Qian Xishun stretched out a hand and shook it in front of Song Qingyun, and Song Qingyun couldn't help but laugh out loud.

The atmosphere suddenly became relaxed.

"Uncle, you are well-informed, I want to ask you about something."

"Say, I'll listen."

"Have there been any caravans coming in Rong City recently?"

"Yes, just now, a caravan of more than a dozen people passed by the door of the store. However, it seems that there are several strong men with blood on their bodies when they encounter robberies on the road, and they are all fierce and vicious, and they are not easy to provoke. ”

Song Qingyun was anxious to put on his shoes and go to the ground, "Boss Gu, have they entered the city?" What about King Jing? You didn't see him? ”

Qian Xishun blinked frequently and asked curiously, "Do you know Boss Gu?" How did you know him? The strong men under him are all hooligans, and when they have money, they go to the kiln to buy flowers and wine and listen to songs, they ...... Didn't embarrass you, did you? ”

"I'm with the prince, they didn't do anything excessive, and Boss Gu still has a life-saving grace for us."

"Oh, I see."

Song Qingyun was anxious, she originally wanted to inquire about Doubao's whereabouts, but when she heard that Boss Gu had entered the city, she began to worry about Mu Qingao, could it be that in order to help Boss Gu, he gave his life?

"Girl, you have a wound on your head, the most taboo is cranky, I said that the prince can live to eighty-eight, don't be impatient, I'll get you some medicinal herbs back, you can lie down in peace."

Saying that, Qian Xishun walked out with his waist bent, and said as he walked, "There was a caravan into the city yesterday, I think they are even worse, the escort is either missing an arm or a broken leg, it is really fateful to survive, the strange thing is that the property on the car has not been lost at all, so a big car of medicinal materials, Dongkui Medicine Store can make a lot of money again." ”

Song Qingyun's mind was in a mess, she didn't hear his chatter clearly, she didn't know how to count the time, and after waiting for a long time to come to Mu Qingao, she put on her shoes and prepared to go out to find it.

The Gaosheng Inn was like a labyrinth, Song Qingyun walked around the cramped walls for most of the day, and finally found the stable where Jichen was.

She didn't know whether she should cry or laugh, she had met an acquaintance after all, and she was human, and there should be no problem in telling her to go out to find her master.

Just climbing on horseback wasted her strength.

Ji Chen didn't cooperate at all, if a stranger forcibly rode it, Ji Chen would definitely kick the other party into internal injuries with one hoof, Song Qingyun was different, it didn't dare to use force, it just snorted irritably, dodging and not letting Qingyun catch it.

In the end, Qingyun was tired and soaked, so he hung weakly on Jichen's side, took a breath and turned over, and lay on his back.

"Jichen, your master hasn't come back until now, you take me to find him."

Jichen obediently came out of the stable and soon found the back door of the inn.

"Qingyun, what are you going to do?"

Suddenly, Mu Qingao's cold voice came from behind her, Song Qingyun was overjoyed, but at this time, she was dizzy and didn't dare to turn back, so she patted Jichen's neck and asked it to turn around, she raised her head slightly, and saw the two people sitting on the horse, Mu Qingao was looking at her with her neck crooked.

"I said for an hour, you didn't come, I wanted to go out to find you." Qingyun pulled out a smile with difficulty, laughing from the bottom of his heart, just come back safely.

"There's a delay." Mu Qingao jumped off the horse, quickly walked over and grabbed Jichen's reins, and hugged Qingyun down.

"Your arm ......"

"Out of the way, I'll take you back to your room."

Song Qingyun raised his eyebrows and pouted towards Nunu behind him, "Who is he?" Why are your eyes straight like stones? ”

"I've got a point."

Mu Qingao glanced at Kang Yu on the horse's back and whistled at Ji Chen, Ji Chen actually ran behind Kang Yu's horse's butt and kicked it hard, the horse neighed in pain, opened his hooves and went straight into the stable.

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